Hypnotic Beverage between Translucent Earthlings

“And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication”

(Book of Revelation of St. John the Divine 17:4)

“And if all of the teachers and preachers of wealth were arraigned”

“And if all of the people could claim to inspect such regret”

“Well we'd have no forgiveness forgetfulness faithful remorse”

“We must try to find a new answer instead of a way”

Music : The Doors - Whiskey, Mystics and Men

The Sweeping Dust Man

I the last barrier

am catching wingless chickens in the mutiny of my Aerial Net.

Wake all Pythons in the shores of Cocytus and begin the regular Games!

Everybody is trying to escape trough the Doors of earthly Hell...

“The men don't know

But the little girl understand”

Music : The Doors - Back Door Man

Flaming candour in the Eyes of Dark nights.

Facing the Lights of obscurity in non-knowledge of Lost Souls...

“An ancient lunatic reigns
In the trees of the night”

“Pirate prince at her side”

“Savior of the human race”

Music : The Doors - Wild Child

Old Cauldrons

Walking through a Soup of Fire

“…Speak in secret alphabets

I light another cigarette

Learn to forget, learn to forget.”

Music : The Doors - Soul Kitchen

Jesus in a Cloudy Day

"Just like water."

Music : Tangled Thoughts Of Leaving - Deep Rivers Run Quiet

Trimming rotten nutrition’s of the wooded sky.

"Green dishes disappearing below the Black mouths…

…hoping to find the golden finger’s of their reckless heart.

There’s no wounded value for the Metal Hand’s in their plastic bodies, because fake seeds never grow in trimmed emotions.

Red Ghosts inside a man's Hat

"Appearances of old souls in the middle of music streamings…

...is like catching tunes in wasted gamble cards from the back sleeves of humans.

Summers Hat

For every season there's a Hat...

For every Hat there's a a way of Thinking...

Can we do the Hat Dance?

Music : Bustin Surfboards - The Tornadoes

Sitting over a quiet Noise.

Your diluted footsteps neighboring my Sofa of Silence.

Music : Crooked - Tor Lundvall

Growing Parallelisms

Passing trough parallelepiped humanoids,

I see the growing stains as marked cows.

Diffused axis in the blood of their Woods,

are just like rigid melting’s of skewed realities.

Everybody is neglecting their Surrealistic Blame.

Am I always the Same...?

...no, no I have no Obligation of Parallel Tame!

Night Coccon I and II

Night Cocoon I

Night Cocoon II

Music : Nocturnal Hecate by Daemonia Nymphe

Cartoonish Orphanage

Those Dark Eyes dance in childhood Vignettes...

Photo by Alice

...there's no ballons of words for your incoherent and dictomic unconsciousness.

Music : Never turn your back on the Sea by Rapskallion

Surfing the Breaking Wave

Tea Time

How long do I have to wait for my tea to brew old...?

Photo by Alice

The Broken Eyes of the Eternal Child

Innocent Toys are playing an Old tune.

Photo by Alice

Seeking for the Truth is in every Pupil of Childhood.

Corrosion of Corruption isn’t a Flower that grows in Pure Vitreous Humor.

Can we plant a Numinous Light in the Seeds of Dawn…?

Music : Ma Beauté a Fleuri Trop Tot - Eduard Artemiev

Six is not always a Number...

...sometimes is just an Equation of a Dream.

Photo by Alice

House of Mutations

The sphere only retains density.

Photo by Alice

Light pulls by the belly, her sons and daughters.

Just ring the doorbell of her perception and enter the hallway to transformation.

Music: Stara Baba - IAM

The She Sand

From horizons of Fortress...

Photo by Alice

...into the Room of my eyes.

Music : From Dust to the Beyond by God is an Astronaut


Model : Tweezers

Switching on (or off) the Ancestor’s...?!

No Archetype lives in the Sand of Technological Myths.

Photo by Alice



Music :A Scent of a Tear by Letum

Ripping Ice...

...from the missing red Tail.

Photo by Alice

Music : Auto-Rock by Mogwai